| Damned if I haven’t seen the bottom
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| Damned if you think you’ve seen the depth
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| Fooled by the things that I’ve forgotten to remember
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| In the seconds that I had left to connect
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| When hesitation kills you
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| I’m pretty sure it kills us all
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| Damned if I haven’t burned some bridges
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| Doomed by the nature of the game
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| Fooled by the fact that we cannot take it with us
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| And we become accustomed to the pain
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| Damned the risk is often worth it
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| Flying over chasms of defeat
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| Fooled by the sun just coming up behind me
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| But you can’t count on that performance to repeat
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| When hesitation kills you
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| I’m pretty sure it kills us all
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| When calculations fool us
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| We never really had that long
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| Damned if you really think about it
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| Doomed if you never think at all
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| Repelling down the mountain of certain death and failure
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| And hoping that it don’t end in a fall
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| And the hesitation kills you
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| I’m pretty sure it kills us all
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| When calculations fool us
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| We never really had that long
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| Damned if we haven’t burned some bridges
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| Doomed by the nature of the game
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| Fooled by the fact that we can’t take it with us
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| And we become accustomed to the pain
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| Damned if you didn’t mend some fences
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| Doomed to the fields of regret
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| Fooled by pride and the precociousness of ego
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| There was nothing left of me the day the angels wept |